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NOV 14 1958 

Thomas Horace Cleland 

A Memorial 
Compiled by his Father 
Written by his Brother 

To Him that overcometh will I grant to sit with me in my throne, 
even as I also overcame, and am set down with my Father in His 
throne. -Rev. 111,21. 



To Those Two 

Who by example taught him service, sacrifice and faith, 
and all the great things that a man should know. 


The following pages were written for a single, 
simple purpose — that Horace Cleland, though 
dead, may yet speak to the young men and 
young women who shall perhaps read here the 
brief story of his brief life. The idea of such a 
Memorial was first suggested by the diary found 
after Horace's death, and by the large number 
of testimonials from friends and acquaintances 
bearing witness to his Christlike influence and 
character. His own life had been deeply stirred 
by the lives of Hugh Beaver, Rose and Pitkin — 
young men who lived for Christ and died joy- 
fully in His service. His ideals and aspirations 
here on earth were the same as theirs. It is 
with the prayer that this little volume may have 
something of the uplifting power, in its limited 
scope, upon student life that their biographies 
have had, that we have sent it forth. Only this 
has induced us to give publicity to those intimate 
details and cherished memories we would not 
otherwise have spoken of to others. 

"Horace's life was not great," you will say. 
No, not as the world counts greatness. Yet 


great after all in the realities — in love, service, 
sacrifice; great, too, in its living influence — in 
men won from selfishness and sin unto Christ; 
in lives filled with steadfast purpose and high 
resolve; in lessons taught of purity and truth. 
Great, chiefly, because it was numbered among 
those who follow Christ whithersoever He goeth. 
It is given each of us to attain such greatness. 
Shall we not count it worth while? 


Boyhood - - - - 11 

College - - - - - 18 

Seminary 28 

Crowned - - - - - 39 

A Memorial to 

Thomas Horace Cleland 


They are idols of hearts and of households, 

They are angels of God in disguise, 
His sunlight still sleeps in their tresses, 

His glory still gleams in their eyes. 
Those truants from home and from heaven, 

They have made me more manly and mild, 
And I know now how Jesus could liken, 

The kingdom of God to a child. 

Chas. M. Dickman, "The Children." 

May 19, 1882, in Shelby County, Ken- 
tucky, on the farm where one of his an- 
cestors had made his home nearly a hundred 
years before. In his veins ran a trace of English 
blood, though for the most part he was Scotch- 
Irish by descent, the family tracing their lineage 
back to the days of Robert Bruce with whom 
they claim distant kinship. 

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On his mother's side Horace was preeminently 
of pioneer stock. His great-great grandfather, an 
intimate friend of Daniel Boone, was among the 
first of those resolute frontiersmen who crossed 
the mountains westward from Virginia to settle 
in the newly discovered wilderness south of the 
Ohio. Here his cool daring and kindliness of 
heart made the name of Benjamin Logan uni- 
versally respected, while the prominent part he 
took in the constant warfare with the Indians, 
together with the efforts he made toward the 
establishment of law and order among the oft- 
times rough and independent backwoodsmen, 
has linked that name inseparably with the early 
history of Kentucky. 

Eliza , a granddaughter of Col. Benjamin 
Logan, married Dr. Robert Glass, a physician of 
Shelby county. Dr. Glass was a true Christ- 
ian and a ruling elder in the Presbyterian 
church. His untimely death by cholera filled 
the entire community with gloom, for to 
ability he had added self-sacrifice and unstinted 

Sallie, the younger of the two daughters that 
survived Dr. Glass, married Rev. R. W. Cleland 
of Lebanon, thus uniting two of the oldest and 
best known families of Kentucky. Mr. Clel- 
and's grandfather, old Dr. Thomas Cleland, was, 
in his day, the most popular minister of the 


state, and his son, Dr. Thomas Horace Cleland 
was scarcely less beloved. In addition, the 
family was closely related to the Wickliffes and 
Hardins — names borne by more than one of the 
great orators of Kentucky. 

It was for his grandfather, Dr. Thomas Horace 
Cleland, that Horace was named. On both 
sides his predecessors had bequeathed him a 
good and honored lineage. They had united 
in him physical and moral vigor, quiet perser- 
verance, steadfast determination, the willing- 
ness to serve for another's sake. More than all 
they had given him a father and mother who 
realized the responsibility of the trust of a life, 
and who were worthy of that trust. 

As a boy Horace was bright, energetic, full of 
enthusiasm and gifted with a wonderful memory. 
Before he was three years old he had committed 
many poems and recitations with which he often 
amused his audiences both in the home and on 
the street. His voice was clear and strong, his 
enunciation distinct, and his delivery forceful 
and dramatic. He was a sunshiny, joyous 
child, sweet tempered and good humored but 
persistent. It was not easy for him to surren- 
der. He always planned carefully and to the 
minutest details every undertaking, and he could 
not endure to see his plans miscarry. Disap- 
pointment went hard with him and this was a 

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matter of no little anxiety to his father and 
mother, who realized how often he would be 
called upon to endure failure and defeat in the 
coming years. The grace that enabled him af- 
terwards to rejoice in the shattered purposes 
and broken plans of his life could have come from 
God alone. 

One memorable night when he was nine years 
of age Horace said to his father, "Father, I want 
to unite with the church." His father ques- 
tioned him as to his reasons and, after speaking 
of the solemnity of such a step, advised him to 
think and pray over it. The next night the boy 
sought his father again and gave his answ T er: 
"Father, I have done as you said. I feel I ought 
to unite with the church." In the same way he 
answered, of his own accord, the call to the 
gospel ministry; and afterwards the appeal 
Christ makes from other lands. 

With the exception of six months during 
which his parents resided in Mt. Sterling, Ky., 
Horace spent the first four years of his life in his 
native county of Shelby. From 1886 to 1889, 
his father was pastor of the First Presbyterian 
church of Owensboro, and here as everywhere 
the lad was a great favorite. In 1889 the fam- 
ily moved to Duarte, California, Mr. Cleland 
taking charge of the Presbyterian churches in the 
neighboring towns of Azusa and Monrovia. 


Three years later, owing to the growth of his 
work, he gave up his church in Monrovia and 
transferred his residence to Azusa. Here Horace 
graduated from grammar and high school. 

Horace's boyhood was the natural outgrowth 
of the traits he had displayed as a child. He 
always ranked among the first in his classes, yet 
did his work not for praise or reward but for its 
own sake. He prized his home life above every- 
thing else and was his "mother's boy" — nor can 
higher tribute be paid to any lad. Caring little 
for solitude, he loved company and was univer- 
sally popular among his playmates. Hunting 
and fishing held no special attractions for him, 
but in swimming, tennis, and many other forms 
of outdoor sport he excelled, having the happy 
faculty of keeping his physical and mental na- 
tures in even balance. A strong tribute to his 
life at this time comes from Professor H. H. 
McCutchan, for four years Horace's principal in 
grammar school, who writes: 

"Horace Cleland entered the sixth grade of the Azus* 
City Grammar School when he was ten years old and at 
the age of fourteen was graduated from the ninth grade. 
There was no schoolmate who did not feel the influence 
of his kind and generous nature; no teacher who did not 
recognize his loyal, industrious efforts. On the playground 
and in the school room his cheerful patience and sunny 
disposition endeared him to every one; and so deeply did 
his Christian personality impress itself on his associates 


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that he will always be remembered as one who was an in- 
spiration to his schoolmates and a comfort to his teacher." 

The clerk of the session of the Azusa church 
voices the same opinion, when in forwarding the 
resolutions passed by the congregation at the 
time of Horace's death, he adds: 

"We had high hopes of his future career in the Mas- 
ter's service, especially after his summer's work in our 
pulpit. Oh, how earnestly he preached Jesus! A friend 
said the other day, 'If Horace is called home he need have 
no regrets. Even from the time he was in grammar school 
his influence on his companions has been so strongly for 
the right that to have accomplished what he has in that 
way alone, is to have lived a complete life.' " 

So as a lad Horace lived his life in "simple- 
ness and gentleness and honor and clean mirth." 
He was not perfect, only natural and wholesome. 
Yet even at this age he was beginning to exert 
an influence for good on those around him that 
was so deeply to characterize him in later years. 

In September 1896, Horace entered Citrus 
Union High School. Here his life, even as it 
had been in grammar school, was glad and joy- 
ous, studious and earnest. He won popularity 
without the lowering of ideals, and formed 
friendships without the sacrifice of principle. 
From one of his closest companions at this time 
comes the following heartfelt testimony, giving 
us a description of the maturer character of his 
life as his fellows viewed it. 


" 'Think truly and thy thoughts shall the world's fam- 
ine feed 
Speak truly, and each word shall be a fruitful seed. 
Live truly and thy life shall be a great and noble creed.' " 
"Had Mr. Bonar, as he wrote these lines, had the life 
of Horace Cleland in view he could scarcely have found 
words more characteristic of that life. Although Horace 
was but a boy when in high school he will be remembered 
by those who knew him as a genial friend and companion, 
with that happy look on his face or some witticism on his 
lips. In his studies he was unquestionably at the head 
of his classes, whether in mathematics, science or liter- 
ature. Over and above all these traits stood forth his 
noble Christian character — a character that condemned 
the wrong and befriended the right regardless of conse- 
quences. The words of President Baer of Occidental 
College at Horace's funeral. — 'We are not here to mourn a 
defeat but to celebrate a victory,' could well have been 
spoken had Horace been called aw T ay by his Master even 
during his high school days. 

"I know of no more appropriate lines to express what I 
believe to have always been Horace's ambition than those 
given us by Jean Ingelow : 
'I am glad to think 

I am not bound to make the w T rong right, 
But only to discover and do, 
With cheerful heart the work that God appoints.' " 

It was the same ambition, in some measure 
at least on Horace's part, that One had who 
made it His meat and drink to do without ques- 
tion His Father's will and to accomplish His 
work. Is any other ambition worth while? 


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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, 
These three alone lead life to soverign power. 
And, because right is right, to follow right 
Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. 

Tennyson — (Enone . 

Whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, 
whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, 
whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of 
good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any 
praise, think on these things. 

Philippians, IV, 8. 

AFTER his graduation from high school 
Horace entered Occidental College as a 
freshman, giving up opportunities of going 
to firmly established institutions that he might 
cast in his lot with those who were striving to keep 
alive the cause of Presbyterian education on the 
Pacific Coast. Such a decision was not made with- 
out sacrifice, for his ideals of the privileges and 
pleasures rightfully belonging to a college man were 
high. He realized he would lose much by going 
to a struggling college like Occidental, where the 
student was necessarily handicapped by lack of 
facilities and equipment, and where the enroll- 


ment was a mere handful. More than all else, 
however, he feared the future extinction of his 
Alma Mater, at one time writing that he would 
not object to the small college if only he were 
sure it would live and become something in later 
years. Temptations came to him from time 
to time to enter other and larger colleges and 
universities but he put them resolutely aside, 
foregoing personal ambition for the sake of the 
institution of his own denomination. Occidental 
has never had a more loyal son, and her present 
prosperity and rank rests upon sacrifices such as 
he made in the past days of adversity. 

In college Horace was even more popular than 
in high school. Because of this and his unques- 
tioned ability he was three times elected mana- 
ger of the college paper and for several seasons 
served in like capacity for the football and track 
teams. As an athelete also he won a lasting 
reputation. During the three years in which 
he ran for the college he was never beaten by a 
Southern California man in the hundred or two- 
twenty yard dashes. In every contest "Old 
King," as he was called, was counted on for two 
firsts and only once, in a meet with Stanford 
University, did he fail to win them. 

Even in his athletics Horace sought to win 
men for his Master. He trained and ran for the 
sake of the college, but also with the right idea 

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that an athlete has an influence over certain 
men that no other student has. It was such 
men that Horace wanted for Christ. This de- 
sire was the ruling passion of his college life, and 
its influence was strongly felt in the work of the 
Young Men's Christian Association of which he 
was president at one time. The college was 
small but the leaders among the undergraduates 
were men of stalwart Christian character who set 
high ideals for their own lives and the student 
life of their Alma Mater. The result of their 
efforts was the formation of a Christian man- 
hood that has left its impress forever upon the 
college. It was a manhood that made no apology 
for its faith, and scorned the cowardice of shame. 
Something of an idea of the work done by 
Horace in the Young Men's Christian Associa- 
tion may be gained from the words of Watson 
B. Burt spoken at the memorial services. Mr. 
Burt was intimately associated with Horace as 
a boy and was afterwards a student in the acad- 
emy when Horace was a Junior in college. Mr. 
Burt was twice president of the student body, 
during his college course. He said: 

"I am stirred when I think of how much Horace 
would make of such an opportunity to speak a word for 
Jesus Christ. For if there was any one salient feature of 
Horace's life it was his eagerness to advance the cause of 
the Son of God. How fittingly we sang at the opening 



of this memorial service for him, 'More Love to Thee, 
O Christ, More Love to Thee!' That is the hymn that 
Horace Cleland's life is still singing to you and me. 

"I am to tell you something of his work in the college 
Y. M. C. A. I cannot tell you all, for he did much quiet 
work and the Keeper of the Book of Life has many an act 
and word of his of which you and I will never know. On 
our college seal is engraved the Greek word 'Christos.' 
So most certainly was Christ engraved on the heart of him 
we mourn today. In like manner his own life has been 
imprinted on the whole life of this college. Those within 
the Christian Associations feel it in the inspiration of his 
example of work; those without the Associations feel it 
in the gripping force of that thing known as 'Occidental 
Spirit,' for Horace was a pioneer of that spirit. 

"I shall never forget the first Y. M. C. A. meeting I at- 
tended in Occidental six years ago. It was led by 
'King' Cleland as we called him, and he had chosen for 
his text/The King's Business Requireth Haste.' It was 
in response to his appeal in that meeting that I made it 
known in Occidental that I was a Christian. Where 
most Christians are weak, Horace was strong, in that he 
was active in personal work. I mention only one instance 
to show this. In the old days all the students sat in the 
Chapel of the present academy building in double seats. 
My own seat-mate had run up against a snag in his life 
and was in great difficulty. As he afterwards told me it 
was Horace who helped him out. 

"It is my fortune that I knew Horace when a boy. We 
were playmates together and it is to him that I am in- 
debted for an early example of a young Christian charac- 
ter. I worshiped him as a small boy does a big boy — a 
hero worship if you will. I admired him as a young man 
does an older, stronger man. I respected him as an under- 


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classman does a worthy upper-classman. I loved him as 
one Christian worker does another. 

"There are three features of Horace's work in the Asso- 
ciation that have remained with me — his activity, sin- 
cerity, purpose. Horace was no sloth. He was always 
busy, always to be relied upon. There was no sham about 
him. He delighted most in the hardest tasks. His ideals 
were an inspiration to his fellow students; his purpose 
always — the Will of God. 

"Horace Cleland was a leader. Do you appreciate the 
nickname his fellows gave him? We called him 'King' 
because he earned the title on the athletic field, in the 
class-room, in literary or religious meeting — alone or in 
company, on the campus or down town. And I thank 
God that I can know that Horace is today wearing his 
kingly crown of glory. 

"On the tomb of Wesley in Westminster Abbey is the 
inscription — 'God buries his workmen but He carries on 
His work.' Horace Cleland has gone from us, but he has 
left us his heritage. Occidental is the richer for his life. 
Do you not feel his spirit urging you to turn from your 
self-interest, your shallowness to live a truer life, to work 
harder for his Master and yours?" 

It was thus that Horace made his influence 
felt on those around him. His religion was with- 
out hypocrisy or sham — a thing not of conven- 
ience or season but the very bone and sinew of 

During his Junior and Senior years Horace 

was often engaged in deputation work, speaking 

in the pulpits of the surrounding churches, on 

behalf of the Student Volunteer and Y. M. C. A. 



work. After one of these meetings in Santa 
Barbara, Dr. Carrier, the pastor of the church, 
wrote Horace's father a letter from which the 
following extract is taken. Dr. Carrier is one 
of the best known ministers of the coast. His 
letter is dated Sept., 1902, when Horace was 
beginning his third year in college: 

"Your son won the hearts of us all by his admirable 
address on the Sunday morning when he spoke in our 
pulpit. He gave so unaffectedly, so simply and withal 
so earnestly an account of Christian work in our colleges 
that the attention of all, old and young, was held en- 
chained by him. The delightful spiritual savor pervading 
his whole manner of presenting the subject had for many 
of us an especial charm." 

One of the most helpful influences in Horace's 
own life was the yearly conference of the Young 
Men's Christian Association at Pacific Grove. 
He attended all that were held during his college 
course, and was constantly striving to increase 
the size of the Occidental delegation. He so- 
licited money, led meetings, and urged his fellows 
personally to attend these conferences because 
he realized from his own experience the lasting 
good that would come into their lives. At 
Pacific Grove Horace formed man}' warm friend- 
ships with men from other colleges and with the 
Conference leaders. Among the latter probably 
none had a stronger influence upon him than 
Horace Rose. In him Horace saw his ideal of 

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a college man, and the passion of Horace Rose 
"to burn a path of light for Jesus Christ" became 
the passion of Horace Cleland also. The early 
death of Rose made a deep impression on his 
young friend who began to realize that with some 
indeed "the King's business requireth haste." 

It was at one of the first of the Conferences 
that Horace attended that he signed the Student 
Volunteer Declaration. At birth he had been 
consecrated to God by his parents — a child lent 
to the Lord as long as he might live. It was 
their earnest desire that he might become a for- 
eign missionary, and when he was three weeks 
old he had been claimed for India by Dr. J. J. 
Lucas, the friend and classmate of his father. 
But neither father nor mother had endeavored 
to control Horace's choice of life work, and when 
the call came, it came from God. 

The same earnest enthusiasm that marked 
Horace as an athlete or student marked him also 
as a Student Volunteer. The claims of other 
lands had taken such strong hold upon his own 
life that he could unfalteringly urge those claims 
on those around him, and the voice of Jesus 
Christ had sounded so clearly in his own ears that 
he realized it was calling others also. What he 
had come to recognize himself, he strove to make 
real to his fellow-students — that discipleship 
means obedience, and obedience, service; and 


service ofttimes sacrifice. Because he felt that 
these essentials were sometimes lacking in the 
lives of those who had made great professions, 
and because he feared they might be lacking in 
his own life, he was constantly mindful of the 
Master's reproach to His disciples — "For why 
call ye me Lord, Lord, and do not the things 
that I say?" 

That Horace's eagerness and enthusiasm did 
not go for naught is shown by a letter written 
to his parents the day after his death, by a young 
woman who is now fitting herself for missionary 
service. After speaking of the hundredfold 
that comes to those who have made some great 
sacrifice for Christ, she adds: 

"I am so thankful that God brought me to Occidental 
where I came under the inspiration of such a life. It was 
largely Horace's influence that led me to give my life to 
the Master, willing to go where He wanted me to go. And 
today I am praying, because of his life, that such may be 
my consecration that my life too may count for some- 

"When I was a Freshman, Horace led the meeting on 
the Day of Prayer for Colleges. Its key-note of obedience 
to Christ is ringing in my thoughts yet, and ever will be. 
So the hundredfold, of which you two will share, will be 
the souls brought to the light by those of us who shall go 
to the dark places of the earth in his stead; and in those 
who are brought to Christ from among his circle of friends; 
and in those whose hearts are awakened to a deeper con- 


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The same note of the complete effectiveness 
of Horace's life is also struck by Mr. Arthur 
Rugh, a man whose friendship Horace counted 
among his choice possessions. The two met at 
Pacific Grove and were first drawn together by 
their mutual interest in missions, of which de- 
partment Rugh had charge. Afterwards, on 
his visits to Occidental as Secretary of the Student 
Volunteer Movement, Rugh always made the 
Cleland home his stopping place. Later when 
he took up the work of the Young Men's Chris- 
tian Association in Shanghai, China, he corres- 
ponded with Mrs. Cleland. The following ex- 
tract is taken from a letter written after Horace's 
death. Even across the Pacific Ocean he finds 
results of his friends's life. He writes: 

"Somehow Occidental College has always had a special 
hold upon me and among them all I knew Horace best 
and loved him most. I find in his letters several refer- 
ences to the day when our special friendship began in a 
walk along the rocky shore at Pacific Grove. From that 
day on I think we were more than ordinary friends. I 
shall not attempt to tell his mother about him but I do 
want to put on record that for rugged manliness, pure 
religious life, and likeness to his gentle, mother-like Lord 
he will stay in my mind as one of the miracles of Christ's 
power until I see him again. His work was done. I have 
met in China more than a few men who knew him in Semi- 
nary or at the Conferences and who will depend upon the 
memory of him for part of their strength for their work 
here. * * * Through the years we will remember 



the lives that will be made new by the life he lived and the 
work he did." 

Horace could influence men and women to 
give their lives to Christ without reserve, because 
he had so given his. Robert E. Speer has said 
of Henry Ward Camp that ''he graduated from 
college with high honor; but, what is more, with 
the deep love of men who had seen no flaw in 
him, and some of whom he had won to his Sav- 
ior." The same words might also have been 
spoken of Horace Cleland. 


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* * * * No life 

Can be pure in its purpose and strong in its strife 
And all life not be purer and stronger thereby. 

* * * * Honest love, honest sorrow, 
Honest work for the day, honest hope for the morrow, 
Are these worth nothing more than the hand they 

make weary 
The heart they have saddened, the life they leave dreary? 

Owen Meredith — Lucile. 

After Horace's graduation from college he entered 
Princeton Seminary from which his father and grand- 
father had both graduated. The three years spent there 
were years of growth and power. His life during this 
period has been compiled and written by John M. New- 
kirk, his close friend, for one year his classmate in college 
and throughout the Seminary course. 

HORACE CLELAND entered Princeton 
Theological Seminary in the fall of 1903 
and graduated therefrom in 1906 after 
taking the regular course. He also received the 
degree of Master of Arts from Princeton Uni- 
versity in June, 1906. These were years of quiet 
growth, of steady maturity. 

Seven months of each year were spent in the 


unceasing grind of Seminary work. The two 
long summer vacations he passed with his par- 
ents in California, where he preached as oppor- 
tunity offered. The first winter holidays we 
spent together in New York City — two lonesome 
lads we were at Christmas, far from home and 
knowing scarcely anyone in the city. Horace 
passed his other holidays in Kentucky visiting 
friends and relations. 

He took no part in the social life off the campus 
at Princeton, not making half a dozen calls in 
three years. But he took a great interest in all 
the activities of the University. He read the 
Daily Princetonian carefully, and kept informed 
of what was to happen on the campus. He at- 
tended very many of the lectures, debates and 
other University meetings. He also attended 
most of the student gatherings; the " cane- 
spree," the " cannon-rush," the gymnastic and 
wrestling exhibitions. He trained each spring, 
running the hundred and two-twenty yard dashes 
and winning several medals. He was also 
elected a member of Clio Hall. In fact I know 
of no other Seminary student who took as much 
pleasure in the varied phases of the University 

Almost everyone in writing of Horace after 
his death gave testimony that they had been 


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impressed with Cleland's zeal in the advance- 
ment of missionary work in foreign lands. 

When we entered the Seminary, we found that 
there was much less interest in mission study 
than we had expected. A dozen men had en- 
rolled in a course on Home Missions, while there 
were two small classes organized for the study 
of Foreign Missions, attended mostly by Stu- 
dent Volunteers. The men who most needed 
awakening were not being reached. At the first 
meeting of the study class we joined, half a dozen 
came. Horace and I had planned to leave early 
to attend a University lecture. But after we 
had left the room Horace said to me, "John, this 
isn't right. There are a lot of men that ought to 
join this class and would if we went at it right." 
So we stood there in the hall and talked the matter 
over. Then we returned to the room and in- 
terrupted the class and roused them to act. The 
next day Horace and I were appointed a com- 
mittee on Mission Study in the Junior Class. 
We canvassed the class carefully, and soon twenty 
four were enrolled in Mission Study. Organiza- 
tion, system and energy are needed in the Lord's 
work as much as in business. 

The next year the Y. M. C. A. made Mission 

Study a separate department, of which I was 

made chairman. There were eighty-four men 

from the Seminary enrolled. A number of these 



men have since volunteered and gone to foreign 
fields as missionaries. I had a letter recently 
from one of them in China, crediting me with 
this result, but it should be known that the 
first impulse of this movement came from Horace 

In his Middle and Senior years Horace was 
made chairman of the Missionary fund com- 
mittee, which had charge of raising the salary, or 
part of the salary of a missionary. Our first 
year the students gave, I think, about three 
hundred dollars. Horace introduced a system 
by which each student was asked at the beginning 
of the year to pledge a definite amount for each 
of the seven months. This system took careful 
bookkeeping and one or two men to act as col- 
lectors, but Horace, who loved detail, was just 
the man for the place. Almost all the students 
contributed something, and in our Senior year 
Horace had the pleasure of handing over one 
thousand dollars! More important than the 
amount raised is the fact that a large body of 
young ministers were trained in the habit of 
missionary giving and learned the value of sys- 
tem in raising such funds. In its wide results 
in the pastorates of these men, this is perhaps 
the greatest work that Horace did. In addition 
the impulse given to the cause of missions is 
still powerfully felt among the Seminary students 


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of today. During the year 1907-8 nine classes 
were organized and one hundred and seven men 
were enrolled, while the contributions amounted 
to over fifteen hundred dollars in cash and two 
hundred and sixty dollars in pledges. 

The place Horace gave to God's w T ill in his life 
is illustrated by the following incident, taken from 
a letter written by one of his classmates: 

"One night at the beginning of our first Seminary year, 
after Robert Speer had been speaking to the men on the 
personal responsibility to go to the foreign field, Cleland 
and I took a walk and we were talking about the address 
and speaking our opinions as to what might be God's will 
for us. I remember to have said to him: 'I would be 
afraid to remain at home if I thought that God wanted 
me abroad.' To which he replied: 'Yes that is the way 
T feel about it. I would have no peace of mind if I were 
not at work where God wanted me.' " 

Horace was a thorough student and did faith- 
ful work in all his classes. His scholarship was 
considerably above the average. One of his 
classmates, the president of the Seminary Y. M. 
C. A. and one of the strongest men of the Semi- 
nary, lays special emphasis on this conscientious- 
ness in all things that he undertook: 

"Over the memory of Horace Cleland in my life, there 
is engraved in living letters the word 'Faithful.' It was 
my privilege to know him very intimately for three years 
at Princeton. We were much together under many cir- 
cumstances and in many different lines of work and play, 
and in every thing and under every circumstance was he 


faithful. There were few in our class who were so faith- 
ful in the taking of notes in the class room as was he, while 
his fidelity to his study gave him place well up at the top 
of his class. 

"Then in the Y. M. C. A. work, if there was anything to 
be done where faithful work was especially required, it 
was given to Horace. He was asked to take hold of one 
department of the Association work which had not been 
much emphasized in the past and his faithful work raised 
it to a standard, which with one possible exception, was 
never equalled before in the history of the Association. 
He was faithful to his friends and that is why we loved 
him. But above all and over all he was faithful to his 
Master. The way he kept his morning hour of devotion 
was always a lesson to me. And it was a privilege to know 
the power of his prayer life. 

"When I read, 'Be thou faithful unto death and I will 
give you a crown of life,' I almost instinctively think of 
Horace, and in my quiet moments I have thought I could 
almost hear the Master saying unto him, 'Well done, 
good and faithful servant * * * enter thou into the 
joy of thy Lord.' The memory of his faithful life will 
always be an inspiration to me." 

From the following letters from some of his 
fellow-students in the Seminary we can gain an 
idea of other traits of character that impressed 
themselves on tkose around him. 

One of his friends writes this letter: 

"I had written Horace shortly after his coronation day, 
not knowing that he had been called to a higher life. 
What a glorious thing it is that this world may have the 
fragrance of such noble Christlike lives. Indeed, he 
neither lived nor died in vain, and now Christ is all in all. 


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To me Horace was a fellow radiant with joy, love, life, 
happiness, service, — and above all with Christ. I got 
to love him very much, in class we often sat together, and 
we used one another's notes for copying, and the Y. M. 
C. A. brought us close together, — but because I did not 
live on the campus I never got as close to him as I wanted, 
for to have a friendship like his was a treasure. I soon 
found that he gave much time to prayer, although he never 
paraded his religion; but that was his power house. He 
lived very close to Christ. I don't think I ever saw him 
but that he had that wonderful smile of his, and everything 
was always 'all right,' showing his perfect faith in his God 
of Love, which he manifested up to the last. His memory 
will always be a sweet incense in my life and inspiration. 
'There never yet w r as flower fair in vain * * * 
Nor is a true soul ever born for naught.' " 

Another is impressed with his outshining love: 

"I heard of Horace's home-going almost as soon as I 
came back to this country, in August. What can we say 
but, 'His will be done,' who does all things well. It was 
an early promotion and one well earned. 

"Of Horace's Seminary life what can I say? Its beauty 
was in atmosphere rather than in incidents. Two en- 
thusiasms he had— for devoted Bible study and for 
Missions. One outstanding passive virtue he showed, a 
genuine, boyish humility about his own intellectual pow- 
ers, though he was one of the strong men of the class. But 
really the characteristic thing about Horace Cleland's life 
as I knew him was just whole-souled brotherliness. He 
was one of those Christlike Christians who wish to 'Live 
in a house by the side of the road, and be a friend of man.' 
It will never cease to be one of the blessings of my life that 
I knew and loved him." 


A third found in him a source of "sweetness 
and light." 

"I owe much to Horace. His beautiful spirit, his genu- 
ine manliness, his sweet, strong nature, his fairness and 
equinimity, were a constant inspiration to me. I have 
never known a higher type of Christian gentleman. 

"In the turbulent atmosphere of our club life Horace 
was always a conciliator. He often warmly championed 
some needed reform, but with rare wisdom, tact and court- 
esy, and was always ready to honor the judgment of others 
and effect a compromise or to acquiesce in the will of the 
majority. I never knew of one enemy of Horace's. He 
certainly never deserved one. 

"One of my sweetest memories of Princeton is that of 
the many walks over the golf links and through the by- 
paths and the glimpses into the inner life of some of the 
fellows. Horace was always a most congenial companion, 
and many a gaze I had into the clear, clean depth of his 
soul, always to my betterment. None could ever come 
into close touch with him without recognizing a choice 
spirit, big soul, truly a man of God. His big heart, clear 
mind, culture and simplicity and his loyalty to Jesus in 
the minutest details of his life all pointed to his bigness and 
to me it always seemed no man in the Seminary had a 
better prospect of certain greatness than Horace. But 
the Master called, and Horace answered, willingly, and 
went. Yes, went home. But still he lingers here in the 
memories and affections and characters of all the men 
who knew him. He lived not in vain." 

The president of the class, David S. Tappan, 
in a letter to Horace's parents says : 

"There were few boys as popular with his classmates 
as he was. He was my main standby in the Volunteer 

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Band, always willing to help in whatever we had to do. 
As president of our class I want also to express to you for my 
fellow classmates, our love for your son, and the debt each 
of us feels for the example he set for us. He is the first 
to be called higher. May each of us remember his ideals 
and purpose and strive to accomplish the work that he 
so longed to do for Christ." 

Reference will be made to Peale, whose martyr's 
death in the fall of 1905 so deeply stirred the 
students of the Seminary who had known and 
loved him. He and Horace were sincere in their 
friendship and mutually devoted to their Lord's 
great work. Several have spoken of the like- 
ness existing between the characters of these 
two, who followed Christ joyfully, even unto 
death. This comes from one of Peale's class- 
mates : 

"Not since Jack Peale whom we all loved so much went 
away with a martyr's crown upon his head have I felt the 
shock of anything like I have the news of dear old Horace's 
death. He was so strong everyway. Horace's was a 
life lived so close to Jesus Christ and so much in accord 
with his will that his home-going seems more like the re- 
turn of a son who has been away a long while. The 
thought of Horace over there makes the Homeland seem 
so much nearer and dearer." 

From Paoting fu, China, from one that had 
known Horace intimately for many years, a 
fellow student in college and for two years his 
roommate in the Seminary, comes this tribute: 

"I think I knew Horace as well as almost anyone out- 


side the family and I count it a privilege to have known 
him so intimately. He was true, pure, earnest, sincere 
and loyal to his Master. I have been greatly influenced 
by his life, and now his death has made me cry to God 
that He will enable me with greater zeal and consecration 
to throw myself into the work for which Horace had pre- 
pared himself. His influence will still live. It was strong 
for purity and loyalty to God both at Occidental and 
Princeton. I know I am better for having been in so close 
touch with him." — Dwight C. Chapin. 

But it was not only on the young man of his 
own age that Horace's life impressed itself. Dr. 
Warfield, Professor of Systematic Theology in 
Princeton Seminary wrote his parents: 

"It must be a great comfort to you to know that his 
heart was so sound and sweet and pure, and that his con- 
stant endeavor was to make his life a fit gift for the Lord. 
Lives like his brighten the path for others to tread, and 
you may be sure that it was not lived in vain." 

His work in the churches of Southern Cali- 
fornia during the summer vacations and in those 
close to Princeton during the sessions of the 
Seminary was not without fruit and gave great 
promise of his future usefulness. 

Rev. Malcolm J. McLeod of Pasadena, in whose 
church Horace spoke three or four times, wrote: 

"We were always pleased and uplifted by his message. 
His earnestness and consecration shone out of every feat- 
ure. He was a rare boy — too rare I sometimes think for 
this world — with a pure mind, a brave heart, a devoted 


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Rev. A. B. Prichard of the Central Presby- 
terian church, Los Angeles, wrote three days 
after Horace's death: 

"* * * i f ee i we should not only extend sympathy 
to you (his parents) but congratulation. Those of us 
who had even a slight acquiantance with dear Horace 
realized that he was a young man of rarely beautiful 
character. His message to my people last summer left 
an ineffaceable impression, and again and again my own 
children have spoken of the interest created in their own 
hearts. It is high honor to have been the parents of such 
a saint." 




God's plans, like lilies, pure and white unfold; 

We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, 
Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. 

And if, through patient toil, we reach the land 
Where tired feet with sandals loose may rest. 

Where we shall clearly see and understand 
I think that we will say, "God knew the best." 

May Riley Smith. 

No, when the fight begins with himself, 
A man's worth something. — 

Browning — Men and Women. 

God's finger touched him, and he slept. 

Tennyson — In Memoriam. 

NEAR the close of his senior year at Prince- 
ton Horace was offered the position of trav- 
elling secretary of the Student Volunteer 
movement from the Rocky Mountains to the Pa- 
cific Coast. From a personal view point he would 
probably have declined, but realizing the greatness 
of the opportunity and feeling that such prepara- 
tion would stand him in good stead in his future 
work, he sent in his acceptance to the International 
Committee. Soon after graduation he started 
for the Y. M. C. A. Conference at Gerheart Park, 

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Oregon, to take charge of the missionary depart- 
ment. But some two days before reaching his 
destination he was stricken with sickness. For 
almost a week he carried on his work, but was 
finally forced to drop it and hasten home. The 
trip wore him down greatly and he reached Long 
Beach completely exhausted. 

The physicians pronounced his case one of 
pleurisy, for the relief of which two operations 
were necessary. These were borne unflinchingly 
and proved in a measure successful. But there 
were many weary days before the patient regained 
even a fraction of his lost strength. Just how 
weary these days were none of us, perhaps, will 
ever know. For fifteen years and more, Horace 
had never felt a touch of sickness, and now at 
the very end of preparation and the beginning 
of a larger life of service the unexpected had come 
upon him. But there was no word of complaint 
or impatience, though the struggle was none the 
less severe because it was fought alone and in 
silence. The following extract from his diary 
shows the completeness of the victory: 

"Nov. 19, 1906. Six months ago on my birthday I 
made the last entry. Never before in my life have six 
months been so different from what I had expected and 
planned as have the six months ending today. I do not 
know why everything has been so altered, but I thank 
Him for it all for He has led me through it all and His 



will is best. I would not change things back to the way 
I had expected them to be if I could. 

"Lord Jesus, take these last six months and use them 
for thy glory. There has been much of sin and evil in 
them — forgive it and overrule it. I thank Thee for the 
way Thou hast dealt with me, for the sickness and the 
changed plans. And now my prayer is that through these 
next six months Thou would'st keep me very near Thy- 
self — nearer than I have ever been before. Become more 
real to me my Savior and let my life always be a power 
for Thee and never against Thee." 

Realizing that it would be some months at 
least before he could continue his work as Student 
Volunteer secretary, Horace forwarded his resig- 
nation to the International Committee in the 
early part of July, thus adding another bitter 
drop to his cup of disappointment. 

None of us, of course, can say whether or not 
Horace would have made a successful secretary 
had he been allowed to act longer in that capacity, 
but certainly he had all the necessary quali- 
fications. Himself an athlete, understanding 
young men, naturally a leader, overmastered 
by a passion for his work, he gave high promise 
of becoming a power for the cause of Christ among 
the students of the Pacific States. Even those 
who had known him but a short time came to 
love him readily. Mr. F. P. Turner, General 
Secretary of the Student Volunteer Movement, 

wrote after his death: 

"There is to me a personal loss for I had come to love 


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him very deeply indeed, although I had not known him 
intimately until he accepted the call to become a travell- 
ing secretary. While he was with us only a short time 
he endeared himself to all of us and we came to love him 
very, very much * * * But I wanted you to know 
that the sympathy of one who loved your son goes out to 

It was because the strong qualities men nat- 
urally love were in Horace's character that he 
won their affections and thus could lead them 
into his Master's service. 

As soon as Horace had sufficiently recovered 
from his illness he was taken to his Uncle's ranch 
near the mountains where his strength gradually 
returned. By the middle of fall he was able to 
preach occasionally, but the perfect health he 
had once known was gone forever and his eager 
desire to continue his work was restrained by 
weakness. He had become w T ell enough, however, 
by December to attend the Conference at Pacific 
Grove where he led a class in foreign missions, 
and he also took a Study in the Life of Christ 
for which no other leader felt equipped. Per- 
haps it was the deeper consecration that had 
come to him through his sickness that led him 
to do this, perhaps it was an unconscious knowl- 
edge that for him the night would shortly come 
and his work must be done quickly if done at all. 
Certainly his whole life seemed filled to overflow- 
ing with the spirit and love of his Master, so that 



one of the Occidental delegation to that Con- 
ference wrote: "At Pacific Grove I heard man 
after man say that the one who had gotten closest 
to them and helped them most was Horace 

After his return from the Conference, Horace 
continued preaching whenever he was able and 
by the middle of January was usually conducting 
two services a week, while his health seemed 
decidedly improved. But the appearance was 
deceptive, and on the 4th of February he was 
seized with a fever that for four months burned 
away his life. The battle he had thought won 
must be fought over again and Horace settled 
down to do his Lord's will in submission as he had 
hoped to do it in service. Only now and then in 
his diary did he show how the mystery and dis- 
appointment of it all came over him. 

After some six or eight weeks he was taken to 
the country again in hopes that the change 
might prove beneficial, but near the middle of 
May he returned home, not in any immediate 
danger but with only a slight prospect of final 
recovery. It was at this time that he passed 
through his Gethsemane; and it is well for those 
of us who loved him that we cannot know the 
full anguish of those dark hours "when through 
the bitter night the Lord came down to tread the 


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On the 19th day of May came Horace's birth- 
day. Since his return from the country he had 
seemingly gained in strength and it looked as 
though he might be himself again in time. But 
a relapse occurred, and on the 13th of June, 
the commencement day of his college, the doctor 
told him that the end was not far distant. He 
had been expecting the message for some time, 
and as he spoke of it to his mother his eyes turned 
to a motto that had hung on his bed throughout 
his sickness. It read: u O taste and see that the 
Lord is good," and once more the presence of One, 
who Himself had known disappointment and 
suffering, brought peace and contentment. Two 
days later, through the full glory of the long sum- 
mer afternoon, Horace joyfully slipped away 
"to stand forever before his Father's face." 

In accordance with his wish the funeral was 
held in the college chapel. Rev. Josiah Sibley 
of Long Beach, with whom his father was asso- 
ciated, conducted the services, but the simple 
messages of farewell were spoken as Horace had 
desired by his warm personal friend, President 
Baer, and by his oldest and best beloved pro- 
fessors, Dr. J. A. Gordon and W. E. Stevenson. 
It was an hour when death stood stripped of its 
illusions and triumph took the place of defeat and 



Wrote a personal friend, Mrs. Stuart of Pasa- 

"I have just returned from the most beautiful funeral 
I have ever attended. When the death of your dear one 
was announced on Sabbath morning my heart went out 
in great sympathy for you all, but today I feel as though 
I had been sitting in a lovely room where there had been 
a translation instead of a death — a coronation instead of a 
burial — a lovely room where peace instead of sorrow was 
a guest.". 

The body was laid to rest in the quiet cemetery 
of Monrovia, and over it the world old mountains 
keep their changeless watch until the King comes 
to His own once more. 

At the request of President Baer and of the 
Young Men's Christian Association a memorial 
service for Horace was held in the college chapel 
at the opening of the fall term following his death. 
At that service President Baer and Professor 
Stevenson repeated the words they had spoken 
at the funeral, while Dan S. Hammack, '05, one 
of Horace's most inseparable friends, spoke for 
the Alumni, and Watson B. Burt, president of 
the Student Body, for that organization. Mr. 
Burt's address has been inserted elsewhere; the 
other three are appended below: 

President Baer: 

"We are not here this morning to mourn a defeat, but 
to celebrate a victory. Horace Cleland lives! True, we 


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would not have decided that his young and useful life 
should have so early begun in heaven, but he had given 
his life to the King and the King had need of him in heaven 
instead of upon earth. Blessed be the name of the King. 
Our eyes are filled to overflowing and yet we say with all 
faith, 'Blessed be the name of the Lord.' 

"In these days of wavering faith on the part of some, 
it was a positive uplift to sit by the death-bed of Horace 
Cleland. As fast as I could I travelled from my home after 
receiving the message that he desired to see me. At his 
request we were left alone. We talked of his willingness 
to go and of his unwillingness to stay, knowing that it 
would only be moments before he would be with his Lord 
and Master. His hopes for Occidental were outlined; 
his love for his Alma Mater was expressed; his loyalty 
to her ideals and traditions was little less than a passion 
in death. The peace of mind and strength of soul-life 
as his bodily strength slipped away was a real tonic to 
me. Iron came into my blood as I saw this young man's 
joy. As we talked and prayed it seemed to me as though 
I could almost see through the gate. There was a reality 
of the Christian life that I have seldom seen expressed in 
actual experience. I verily believe until I join him in 
that great heavenly city, the sweet, heartening influence 
of his last moments here on earth will be with me, 
holding me to Jesus Christ and eternal life. It was in 
some ways painfully startling to have him plan for his 
funeral services. Every detail had been arranged by 
him and we are following his will and his pleasure. His 
body, so sadly shrunken, lies stilled in death, but again I 
say, Horace Cleland lives! He will never die! 

"Young men, young women, his death should make our 
lives sweeter and surer. I covet for every one of us Horace 
Cleland's loyalty for Occidental. When at Princeton, 
he was among the first of the men in the East who urged 



me to throw in my life with this institution. Enthusiastic 
ever, he imparted that spirit to others. His mantle was 
a large one and falls upon us all. Lift it up and appro- 
priate it and all of its responsibilities, and Occidental will 
be enriched by your lives as it has been made rich by his. 
His was worth while. 

"I see him now as he stood on this platform on the last 
'Day of Prayer for Colleges.' His message was a personal 
one, a convincing one. Direct and true, it made many of 
us desire to 'advance a step' in our walk with Jesus Christ. 
Horace Cleland never blurred the line between first and 
second choices; between good and bad. God be praised 
for his life. God be praised for his victorious death. He 
has entered the gates. Who follows in his train?" 

Dan S. Hammack on behalf of the Alumni: 

"The world gauges a calamity in the last analysis by 
the amount of property destroyed. Last commencement 
day the number of graduates of this college was consider- 
ably swelled. But slowly the scales were dropping, and 
on the 15th we suffered a loss which we cannot reduce to 
any tangible quantity, for heartaches and soul-sorrows 
can not be expressed in dollars and cents. 

"Occidental lost a friend when Horace Cleland died. 
Eight years ago this month he came to college as a fresh- 
man. You came to a college firmly established, he to one 
struggling. His advantages were not so numerous as 
yours, but it is not so much what a man accomplishes that 
counts as how much he makes use of his opportunities. 
Horace Cleland made the most of them. 

"Four years passed and in 1903 he graduated from 
Occidental. The college was still small but its future was 
assured. In my opinion Horace Cleland contributed 
more than any other one student to establish that thing 


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we know as the Occidental College Spirit. Let anyone 
who would lower it in anyway beware! 

"Three years more passed and Horace had finished his 
Seminary course ready for any work to which he was 
called, seemingly on the threshold of a long and useful 
life. He started for Gerheart to take up his work as 
Travelling Secretary of the Volunteer Movement on the 
Pacific Coast but on the way a sickness seized him. He 
was soon brought home, never to really recover. Perhaps 
God was trying him by that year of ill-health. If so, he 
was not found wanting. Never did he fail to see God's 
purpose in it all. The physical weakened, but the spirit- 
ual never. 

"For long years he had planned to be a minister; in 
college he signed the Volunteer card. But on June 15th 
he answered a Higher Call. God needed him up there. 
He answered the summons with a smile. Just before he 
sank for the last time, he said: 'Well, it's all right, I'm 
going now.' And to one crying beside him he said, 'Why 
do you cry when I am so happy?' * * * A little 
later we laid his body away. 

"In a very different connection, Kipling says in one of 
his poems, speaking of a disappointed, disheartened man 
who had been dealt a great blow: 'Some of him lived but 
the most of him died.' When we consider the life and 
death of Horace Cleland, and what he has meant and still 
means to us, we can say: 'Some of him died, but the 
most of him lived!' 

"You have heard the story of Peale, that great Prince- 
ton friend of Horace's who went to China expecting to 
give forty years of service and to whom death came at the 
end of four days at his station. Peale's death aroused 
Princeton as nothing else could ever have done. Instead 
of one man in China there will be men all over the world 



as a result of his death. And that must be the result of 
Horace's death on this college. In the seven years of our 
friendship I never knew him to swerve an iota from the 
right. You who heard those extracts from his diary know 
the depth of his consecration to his Master. The church 
is crippled by his death. Some of us must fill the breach. 
His work in this country and on the foreign field must be 
cared for. That is the call for us today — service. If we 
are better for having known Horace Cleland how are we 
going to show it? 

"Many of you have heard the story of the Brig Boxer's 
fight with a larger English vessel during the war of 1812 . 
After a time the American was told to strike his colors. 
He replied that he could not strike them, they were nailed 
to the mast. Cleland's colors were nailed to the mast. 
Are ours to be blown down by every gust of opposition? 
Will we take up his work? 

"He has gone from us, yet still lives among us; we hear 
his voice no more yet can listen to his spirit urging us to 
be true. We are touched no more by his hand yet we 
feel the inspiration of his life. He has been promoted. 
We are his substitutes here. Will we do our duty? 

" 'He fought a good fight, he finished his course, he kept 
the faith; henceforth there is laid up for him a crown of 
righteousness * * * and not for him only but for 
all those who love His appearing.' " 

Prof. W. E. Stevenson: 

"Eight years ago, Horace Cleland and I met for the 
first time in Occidental College. We have been living to- 
gether ever since. At times, three thousand miles of space 
have separated us; but the heart annihilates distance, and 
love overleaps continents, — and we have been living to- 
gether all the time. And we are living together now. 
There is, my friends, a life that never ends, and you and I 


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— and Horace Cleland — are living it together now, — we 
on earth, he, in heaven. 

•'But at first, we did live together in the sense in which 
the expression is commonly used; for we met day after 
day for months and years. It happened at the time of 
our first meeting that he was pupil and that I was teacher, 
but we were both strangers amid an environment that was 
new to us. Naturally, therefore, our relations became 
such as to justify me today in speaking with unwavering 
confidence of my friend. For, Horace Cleland and I were 
friends. Were friends? Horace Cleland and I are friends; 
for I know that now I have one more friend in heaven. 

"The conscientious preparation he had made for his 
life-work, will never be converted into actual service 
among men; but it was not in vain. How often have we 
heard him speak with enthusiasm of Hugh Beaver and of 
Horace Tracy Pitkin and of other heroic young men who 
had entered upon a great work here only to be called 
home. And there are in this chapel men who heard the 
masterly and sympathetic address that our Horace made at 
Princeton at the memorial service to Jack Peale. The 
men who had been Peale 's fellow students during his 
course in the Seminary, who had seen the almost match- 
less efficiency of his work, who had felt the inspiration of 
his presence, and who had known that he had dedicated 
forty years of his life to the work of redeeming China — 
these men were wondering at the mysterious providence 
that had taken him from earth after scarcely a week of 
actual presence in his chosen field. But Horace Cleland 
saw, what his associates soon learned to see, that the in- 
fluence of Peale's death on the missionary spirit of Prince- 
ton students would be worth all that it cost. It will out- 
last the forty years that that student saint had hoped to 
give to China, and will bring forth fruit in consecrated 



lives as long as sin remains to be eradicated and as long 
as there are sinners to be saved. So shall it be with Occi- 
dental College. Hereafter, our young men will have one 
of their own number to cite as a splendid example of un- 
selfish devotion and consecration. Horace Cleland's 
work, the work God intended him to do, was done just 
as well as though he had lived a hundred years. 

"But such service as God permitted him to render here, 
was rendered faithfully, efficiently, and successfully. In 
all things, he was to be trusted — in his social relations, in 
his scholastic duties, in his athletic recreations. I am 
thinking not only or mainly of the vigorous athlete who 
did his duty well and manfully on many a field of physi- 
cal contest. Rather am I thinking of that manlier Christ- 
ian who ran his appointed race amid the temptations of 
life, and who has won a triumphant victory. Now shall 
he run and not be weary, now shall he walk and not faint. 

"He is pre-eminent in my recollection as the one who 
never permitted sport of any kind to interfere with the 
most careful performance of his daily tasks. Pleasant 
always, ever courteous, enjoying keenly all that should be 
enjoyed by a young man of moral energy, he yet did not 
make the mistake of putting the unimportant first. Duty 
first seemed to be his motto. And yet I take it that duty 
first meant to him no lack of rational enjoyment. He 
proved to us that he gets most out of life who is doing his 
duty best, and he is most likely to be ready for a call to 
the next world who is obeying the call of duty in this. 

"But Horace Cleland did his work more than faithfully; 
he did it efficiently and successfully. As long as human 
nature remains unchanged, as long as God wills that effort 
shall be prerequisite to progress, more will be required of 
us than mere faithfulness. Horace Cleland had mental 
power as well as moral purpose, and he used them both 
effectively in the service of God and man. 


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"His intellectual abilities and scholarship were of a 
high order, and so, when it became necessary to seek an 
able man for part of my w r ork, my thoughts naturally 
turned to him. He, however, deemed it best not to accept 
the position, and you will think that the condition of his 
health was the cause of his decision; but it was not so. 
Full of hope that amounted to confidence, he felt that he 
was at last ready to take up the work to which he had 
dedicated his life. I was weak and very feeble; but this 
boy of mine had come to think himself strong again — 
strong for work, strong, if need be, for conflict. I was 
about to rest and to seek health; he, earnest, enthusias- 
tic, hopeful, was anticipating a call. 

"And the call came. Not, indeed, the call he was an- 
ticipating, not a call to the ministry of service to which 
he had looked forward so eagerly; but yet truly a call, 
though the messenger who presented it was not the mod- 
erator of a Presbytery but the angel of the Lord calling 
him home. 

"There is a custom in the Peruvian navy of singular 
beauty and pathos. At the monthly muster when the 
roll is called, the list is headed with the name of Admiral 
Grau, Peru's most distinguished sailor. At the mention 
of his name, an officer steps forward, uncovers, points up- 
ward, and says: 'Absent, but accounted for! He is with 
the heroes.' 

"Horace Cleland has answered the call. We who knew 
him are meeting here today to do honor to his memory. 
Often hereafter we shall think of him; not seldom shall we 
meet and speak his name. It may be that no such cir- 
cumstances of pomp and splendor as characterize a mili- 
tary or naval pageant, shall mark those meetings any more 
than they mark this; but that will matter naught. We 
shall call his name — the name of this good soldier of Jesus 
Christ, the name of our son, our brother, our pupil, our 



classmate, our friend. We shall call his name, 'Horace 
Cleland', — and, thank God, all who knew him will answer 
confidently: 'Absent, but accounted for. He is forever 
with the Lord'. " 

Reference has more than once been made to 
the diary found after Horace's death. Certain 
extracts from it were read by Dr. J. A. Gordon 
at the funeral services, and better than all else, 
perhaps, they showed his fellowship with Christ, 
his implicit trust in his Father's love; the secret 
of his overcoming life. These, with certain 
others, have been inserted with the prayer that 
other lives may find his hidden life an inspira- 

"Oct. 1, 1904. (First Entry.) 

"On this first day of October, 1904, I make a solemn 
covenant with my God — that if He will draw near to me 
this year, and keep me very close to Him, and reveal Him- 
self and His will to me 'in demonstration of the spirit and 
of power' — I covenant and agree to serve Him just in the 
way He will have me, in the place He will have me, at the 
time He will have me, — to use all my powers for his glory; 
by His help to crucify self that I may be like unto Him. 
Trusting Jesus Christ as my Savior and Friend; and the 
Holy Spirit as my Sanctifier and Comforter, I give myself 
in a new and loving consecration to Thee, my Father and 
my God. Oh, use me for Thy glory, in the way that 
seemeth best for Thee. And unto Him who is able to 
keep me from falling and to present me faultless before 
the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, to the only 
wise God, my Savior, be glory and majesty, dominion and 
power both now and forever — Amen." 


In Memoriam 

"It is my purpose as I begin this new year of the Semi- 
nary to live nearer my Master than I have ever lived be- 
fore. I shall try to attain this end in two ways: 

1st. To scrupulously observe the morning watch. To 
meet Him and study His word before I meet others or 
study human words. 

2d. To try to do some work, however small and in- 
significant it may seem, for Him each day. The present 
alone is mine — 'for who can know what he shall do the 
coming day?' 

"Dear Lord, give me a greater hatred of sin — let me 
catch something of Thy vision of sin, but give me with it 
a vision also of Thy love for man and Thy saving graces — 
a passionate passion for the lost." 

"Lord God, may I not be satisfied with anything short 
of Thy highest purpose for me. May I live very near to 
Thee this week and accomplish something for Thee. O 
grant to me a vision of Thee and of the cross, my Master, 
such as I have never seen before." 

"Give me a greater ambition, a deeper passion to win 
men for Christ — May I be true to the great privilege Thou 
hast given me." 

"Jan 1, 1905. 

My New Year's resolve : 

To do always the things that are pleasing to Thee." 

Help me, Dear Master, to be true to this resolve. I want 
to begin and end each day of this New Year with Thee, 
and live with Thee every moment between. Help me, 
Father, to realize this purpose." 

"Wrote letter to H — and also to R — Dear Master, use 
both for Thy glory." 

"May 19. 

Reached home yesterday. Today is my birthday, 
23 years old. My God accept today a renewed con- 



secration of my life, my powers, my talents for Thee. 
I would use them for thine honor and glory and the up- 
building of the kingdom in foreign lands." 

"Nov. 2. 

News received of Jack Peale's death in China. 

"Blessed Master, Thou doest all things well: we cannot 
understand thy dealings but we would trust thy wisdom 
and Thy love. Bless the work he has been called from. 
Use his death to spread Thy kingdom in China, and to 
bless this Seminary. Oh Master make and keep me faith- 
ful even unto death. Accept from me a renewed conse- 
cration this night— if Thou dost want me to take up the 
work that Jack laid down — dear Master show me very 
plainly just where it is and when I should go to it, O 
blessed Lord let me give to Thee a joyful and a faithful 

"Dec. 31, Jan 1, 1906. 

"Alone in front of fire in little room at F — 's watched 
out the old year. 

May this year, 1906, be pre-eminently a year in which 
I shall learn wonderful lessons in the school of prayer, 
'Lord teach me to pray.' I would feel ever the constant 
and abiding influence of my Savior and learn to trust Him 
and rely on Him and commune with Him as never before. 
Let me leave everything in Thy hands, O, Lord, Teach 
me a trust and a surrender that I have never known 
before. And oh my Lord teach me to pray." 

"May 19, 1906. My birthday— 24 years old. 

Jesus Christ, my Master, I want to dedicate and conse- 
crate myself anew to Thee today, and not for today alone, 
nor for this year alone — but forever. Grant me this year: 

1st. A greater, truer devotion to Thee. 

2d. A greater love for men and longing to win them. 
'3rd. A greater faith. 


In Memoriam 

4th. More power in prayer. Teach me to pray and 
to love prayer. 

5th. Greater devotion to and deeper lessons from Thy 

6th. An entire consecration to Thee. 

7th. A closer walk with Thee — a fuller baptism of 
Thy Holy Spirit. Let me live up to this verse this year 
my Master: 'Not to do mine own will but the will of Him 
that sent me.' " 

"Dec. 3d, 1906. 

Two years ago today I made this entry 'Thou knowst 
best and doest all things well.' Lord grant that I may 
never come to doubt that sentence; but even when things 
shall seem far from 'well' to my eyes may I be able to 
realize that Thou art my Father and that all things work 
together for good to those who love Thee. 

"Now Lord in the closing month of another year I ask 
Thy blessing. Keep me very close to Thyself and give 
me a deeper Spiritual and Christian experience. Give 
me the spirit of continual communion and of ever increas- 
ing gratitude. Thou hast given much to me — grant one 
thing more, a grateful heart, not thankful when it pleases 
me, but such a heart whose pulse shall be Thy praise. 

"Guide me now all this month. Make it a glad month 
because it shall be one lived in Thy constant presence. 
Keep me from sin or from aught that shall displease Thee. 
Help me to be a blessing to others." 

More than once reference has been made to 
Horace's desire to carry his Savior's message of 
life and truth to that larger world of darkness 
lying beyond our own borders. He died with 
that purpose unfulfilled, leaving us his mission 


and its responsibility. The final plea he makes 
to the young men and young women who read 
this little volume, being borrowed from the 
cemetery of Princeton College, is inscribed on the 
head-stone beneath which he sleeps: — "Go to 
the heathen/' it reads, "they cannot die as I 
die/' It is his last call to definite, far-reaching 
service — that service which constitutes the 
high aim of every worthy life. Shall we not heed 
it, eager to finish a work of world wide, eternal 
scope? Not otherwise can some of us do our 
Lord's work.